There’s no cutting down this week’s list of shows worth your dollar. Just give in, go broke, and rejoice in an embarrassment of live music riches.
Or, better yet, hit up your friend who works at Twitter and have him or her pick up the bill with their newfound IPO allowance. In their honor, we’ll keep it under 140 characters to squeeze in all the good:
Remember Nada Surf? Ya know, that song “Popular”? The lead singer from that band teams with Juliana Hatfield to comprise this power duo.
Fans of genre deconstructionists like Grizzly Bear, Animal Collective and Dirty Projectors will approve of this experimental Brooklyn rock group.
L.A. Pitchfork darlings. Of their latest album Nothing is Real, Pitchfork sayeth: “Many of the moments here come off like the Pixies without the brevity.”
Precocious bedroom-pop rockers are out to prove they’re more than just a one-album phenomenon. Early returns on 2013’s Static indicate they’re here to stay, and charm.
Montreal-based husband-and-wife duo’s expansive rock compositions bend and grow with texture and ephemeral glow. Band is at its creative peak right now, but 2007’s The Besnard Lakes Are the Dark Horse should be on any Most Underrated Albums list from that decade.
Often misunderstood, Big Freedia’s contributions to American culture go well beyond twerking. Yes, that’s what you’ll get at a Big Freedia show, but check out this documentary explaining Big Freedia’s community leadership role in New Orleans to get a full grasp.
What better way to get to know Cass McCombs, one of the finest singer-song-writer-guitarists going, by watching him explain his craft:
Easy classifications don’t apply to Toro y Moi. Chaz Bundick’s music that began in a bedroom is now filling concert halls the size of the Fox Theater and beyond. His ascent to the fringes of the mainstream is startling, given that his music defies virtually every pop music convention.
The child is very much alive inside EDM superstar Steve Aoki. I present to you the latest reminder that internationally acclaimed DJs just want to have fun:
Smog frontman Bill Callahan goes by his given name these days, but his songs still consist of the devastatingly poignant and thoughtful lyrics for which Smog was celebrated.
A warning to elctropop junkies everywhere: approach CHVCHES with caution. You’ll get hooked in a heartbeat, and, well, your heart beat will change rapidly.
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